Edward looked coldly at the bright lights from all directions. The cardinal in the middle-level Yama took action personally, and the void around him was collapsing. He truly allowed his target to understand what it means to be like the sea and to be like the prison.

The prisoners composed of holy lights moved closer to the center from all directions, and the only way out was directly above. However, a figure appeared there.

I don't know when he went up. He was wearing a black robe with gold edges and holding a Bible in his hand. He was not tall, only 156 meters tall. But it was a drooping old man.

He was older than the two bishops, his beard was dragged on his chest like a cloud, his head was wearing a crown-shaped crown hood and a cross hanging on his chest. He stood there like a mountain, insurmountable.

The light became more and more hot, and even Edward's hair and beard were ignited, and a golden flame appeared. He was not panicked, and he quickly judged the situation in his mind.

It has been a week since Matthew died. He had long imagined all the situations during this period of peace. Of course, including what to do when he met a senior bishop. According to his script, the time he told the other party to leave... not more than seven minutes!

Just as the cages from all directions were about to close, Edward suddenly spoke: "Do you want the right to preach in China?"

Card!

The light prison stopped and then collapsed with a bang.

The three clergymen at the scene went from shock to surprise, to being lost, to being like a flame, with such complex emotions ranging from no more than a second.

Sure enough... the information he collected in advance was correct... He held his hands behind him gently. He took a step calmly on the surface, and ripples of yin energy appeared under his feet, and slowly walked to the top of the Masonic church.

Sand...the white light gathered beside him into the figure of Fernango. As if nothing had happened just now, he raised his eyebrows and said, "What do you mean?"

In the air, it seemed as if the second hand could be heard passing by. Boom - at the end of their vision, the holy light and the yin energy intertwined into a boiling light curtain. The four people shined in illumination, but no one looked at it.

You need to be bold when things come!

Edward's thoughts were very clear at this moment. Even though his heart had accelerated quietly, he still spoke calmly: "literally."

"Who are you?" As if your eyes and ears were blocked, Cardinal Fenango was the first to speak in the light that shone half of the city.

This sentence is not about the specific identity, but about the hint that what you said in the underworld of China can count?

Before he finished speaking, a golden light spread across the air.

destiny!

This pen that was famous in the Three Realms instantly made Fenango's pupils shrink. He knew very well that the person holding this pen... was like I was here in person!

"My Lord is above..." He folded his hands together, bowed respectfully, and when he straightened up, his face was filled with awe: "I think we can continue talking."

There are six minutes left... the battlefield is so fast that it is unimaginable. If Brando in the middle level of Yama, if the Holy See wants to block him, he must take out his trump card as soon as possible.

And the moment when both sides traded, it was the youth he was waiting for.

Quick battle... Edward pursed his lips and spoke directly: "I don't have much time. So, I hope you have this courage."

Fenango's eyes narrowed slightly and did not immediately speak.

Edward didn't care at all and continued: "Your religion has never had the right to preach in the Chinese region, and there has never been a bishop in the Chinese region. The so-called bishop Vatican does not recognize it. Among them, there are the government's dissatisfaction and your own difficulties."

"But I can guarantee that as long as you agree to what will happen next, the world will open the right of mission to you, although it may be only part of it."

Although Fernango did not accept Edward's words for a long time, he now speaks quickly and has a clear idea: "Some? Some are not worthy of our investment in so many Paladins and Exorcists. And this dispute must have been initiated by you, right?"

Edward immediately said: "The dispute has emerged and cannot be resolved. Even if you are here now, why not consider the perfect solution?"

"And, this so-called part...you think about it yourself, how many people are in the Chinese living area?"

His voice was like a demon's whisper, low and tempting: "The market for more than one billion people is worth weighing."

Dead silence.

Boom... The direction of St. Peter's Church exploded again. The strong wind even blew to this place. The four men's clothes danced wildly, but no one looked at them.

Four and a half minutes... The sound of the second hand clicked and cracked was like walking in the ears. Edward's fist clenched silently, suppressing the roaring tide in his heart again and again.

Half a minute later, Fenango spoke, "What are you going to do?"

Edward's eyes were cold and his tone was firm: "I want Brando's head!"

Everyone's eyes flashed, and Fernango wanted to speak but stopped, and finally didn't speak.

The air fell into a dead silence. The three bishops kept changing their eyes. After a full minute, Fenango sighed softly: "It's a pity that those devout believers."

Edward's eyes opened slightly, and his heart accelerated rapidly. Before he could speak, the two bishops immediately said: "Sir! But..."

"No, but." Fernango's figure quietly faded, and Huawei's golden feathers disappeared in the air: "This is my decision, I will bear the result. Senbnavich, Midoronkov, you are responsible for getting the contact information with this adult and the aftermath."

"Sir..." Senbnavich's voice was trembling: "That's thousands of lives!"

"But they can exchange for hundreds of millions of believers!!" Fenango's voice suddenly rose, and the space around him was shaking: "Everything we have dedicated to the Lord. With more believers, there will be more demon hunters! Can't you tell which one is more important??"

"We can lose a battle, or even a jihad! However, we cannot let go of the newly opened country! Especially China, with the largest population density!"

"Even if the Pope is here, he will have a choice with me!"

His voice disappeared completely. The two bishops glanced at Edward coldly and gritted their teeth and said, "What are we going to do?"

"Don't do anything. Don't stop me. Otherwise... I will hinder your soul with my own hands!" Edward said this from his teeth and threw it to the other party a note with his phone number in his living room. Then he immediately closed his eyes, and more than a dozen blue silk threads stretched out from his fingers, feeling the movements of the Hundred Ghosts' Night Walk with all their might.

From the time he learned that the Holy See and the Wolf were present, he had the prototype of his plan.

These are two endless forces. Even if Brando pays the price to prevent the Holy See from participating, it does not mean that the war cannot be initiated. Once a war begins near St. Peter's Basilica, this is his only chance!

Only one chance.

Fighting, blood feud, this kind of war... he knew very well that as long as no one mediated at the first time, then... the next thing is to start a full war!

In the ocean of holy light and yin energy, who would notice the moon-like butterfly of Hundred Ghosts and Twelve?

As long as he rushes into the restricted area of ​​St. Peter's Basilica and changes his figures at the most important time, he... has the opportunity to attack St. Peter's Basilica alone!

The only concern is Brando.

In the face of such existence, opportunities are fleeting. Therefore, he has to deal with all other uncertainties as quickly as possible, focus on the battlefield, and wait for the "moment" that he doesn't know where he is hiding.

My heart slowly immersed in his consciousness, and the scene was completely presented through the gaze of the Hundred Ghosts.

Bloody meat grinder.

Hundreds of werewolfs rushed to the demon hunters and clergy from all directions, even if the paladins formed an indestructible line of defense, they could not stop these flexible monsters from jumping down from the walls and high buildings, tearing the witch hunters to pieces.

All the paladins were shining with golden light, and lines of ancient words were rhythmic in the aperture, which was obviously an extremely advanced battle formation. However, it could not stop the massacre of Brando ahead.

The ground was already full of bloody colors, with humans and werewolfs mixed together. However, this color was only in front of Blandu, and no one could break through Blandu's defense.

"Wait..." He murmured in a low voice: "Wait for the moment he relaxes... or... wait for the Paladin to hand over the trump card, which is enough to cause him a moment of full concentration..."

At that time, it was his opportunity to attack St. Peter's Basilica!

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"Aowoo!!" Brando roared to the sky at the main entrance of St. Peter's Cathedral, and all the people and wolves around him roared with him. The wolves roared at the moon, making this place as gloomy as hell.

Before the screaming ended, he had already rushed into the crowd like a whirlwind, and blood splattered everywhere in an instant. No one could survive under his sharp teeth.

His eyes were red, and hundreds of werewolfs were already lying down behind him. Until now, no one could stop the battle. The bloody hatred of hundreds of years, and the bloody stimulation of the ground was now at first no one stopped it. Just like a train that was launched, it would not be stopped by external objects.

Following him were werewolfs like tides that broke the dam. They bit and roared wildly, using the cracks that Blando had torn as the entry point, mercury rushed into the crowd like a swell of water. Every minute and every second, I don’t know how many witch hunters screamed and fell to the ground.

Just at the top of St. Peter's Basilica, there was a faint light flowing. It was a vampire, a hundred ghosts. Even though the battle situation was already intertwined, both sides tried their best to reap the lives of their opponents, but he still did not move.

Because, he could feel that Brando's huge consciousness did not leave the cathedral at all.

If anyone thinks this is an opportunity, who dares to rush forward, within one second, he will be attacked by the werewolf approaching the middle level of Yama.

wait……

Keep waiting.

Never be anxious and wait for the moment when it comes in a flash but decides everything.

Brando was like a demon coming, right in front of him, a witch hunter team was the first to be hit. The captain gritted his teeth and shouted: "Get back! Get out of this demon!!"

However, it's too late.

Brando smiled with a hideous smile, and his claws suddenly grabbed the air and the sound of sharp rupture sounds. It was as fast as lightning, but at this moment, he suddenly retracted his hand and raised his eyebrows to look at the other side.

Just one side, the Knight Captain Udir held a long sword in his hand, his light armor was dim, his face covered in blood, and he stood there with breath.

"Ha..." Facing Blando who was more than five meters tall, Udil was like a child. Blando swept his tail, turned around gracefully, and sneered: "Look, look."

"Who is this?"

The head on the left teased with an aria: "Isn't this the Paladin captain who claims to be the throne of this Duke?"

The head on the right has a very rich expression on the face, lamenting: "How could he do this? How should we deal with him?"

The three heads seemed to communicate for a second, and then six bloody flames ignited in their eyes, and suddenly roared at Udir, and the wind raged: "I will decide to sentence you to death."

"Never reincarnate!!"

Boom-! The surrounding sky seemed to collapse. Brando hated the man who led the first to provoke the war between the two sides. But before these three giant mouths fell, a true energy that was not inferior to him surged into Udir's body! His whole body was shrouded in the vast holy light.

"Damn it...it's you!!"

Ka! The broken sword was inserted into the soil, he stretched out his arms and roared: "Andlina!!"
Chapter completed!